Monday, October 13, 2008

This cartoon confused a few readers, though I would not have anticipated that. Part of it is my fault. By hiding the dynamite under the old geezer's chair, people assumed it meant something about death or suicide. My bad, as the kids say. For the unknowing: I put a few icons in each cartoon – pie, dynamite, eyeball, alien, K2, bunny head – and it has nothing to do with the joke. See here for deeper meanings.

Instead, the cartoon is just meant to be a simple before/after visual of what time does to us. Nothing more philosophical than that, sorry.

I recently turned older on my birthday, something that I have been doing once every year or so for most of my life. I may discontinue that practice soon, however, as I am not happy with some of the side effects.

I enjoy every aspect of aging except for the effect it seems to be having on my body. I still look much younger than I am, which is good, but I don't feel much younger, which is bad. I can now pull a muscle in my back just by sneezing. The pain lasts for days. My knees sound like gravel in a cardboard box when I climb stairs. Mysterious pains pop up in my joints for no reason and hang around for weeks.

I expect I may live to be 100, many of us in this generation will if we don't render the planet uninhabitable for humans or blow each other up first. But in the end, I don't really care how long I live, as long as the quality is good.

Amen to who cares how long, as long as the quality is good. I'm not trying to be unhealthy, but I see no reason to live to be 100 if I'm only going to be withered and miserable. Thus I expose my body to small amounts of extra toxins at all times (in the form of different brews of alcohol, and different leaves of tobacco) in the hopes that it will kill me dead when I'm too weak to really live. And that's a joke, so don't go trying to rationalize it.

I worked in a drive-in theater for 7 years in high school and during my BA/BS years. I was a Good & Plenty man.

They use to pre-pop the pop-corn and reheat it. In some cases the pop-corn was a month old. The butter was labeled "artificially flavored buttery oil for artificially flavored buttered pop-corn". Since my theater days I have never bought popcorn, let alone ate popcorn at a theater that was buttered flavored.

I also became a year older...last friday...what a thing to celebrate!I keep getting older and I still have no perspectives of becoming rich or marrying anybody who is rich! I need a job and a flat and...